Dans La Foret Des Mal-aimes
To you my dear unloved / À vous mes chers mal-aimés
To you who dreamed of a little less land burned / A vous qui avez rêvé de terres un peu moins brûlées
To you who have come so far, to me / A vous qui êtes venus jusqu'ici, jusqu'à moi
Pick the fruit of regret neglected / Cueillir le fruit du regret délaissé
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
Each tree is a member forgotten / Chaque arbre est un membre oublié
Each leaf, a neglected soul / Chaque feuille, une âme délaissée
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
As it is good to walk / Comme il fait bon s'y promener
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus
Where the walls lined with flowers / Où les murs tapissés de fleurs
Do recall that are unfortunate enough? / Ne font que rappeler le malheur ?
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners? / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus ?
Come on foot or on the back of a crow / Venez à pied ou à dos de corneille
Come quick drink the liquid vermeil / Venez vite boire le liquide vermeil
Come saoûler of bleached sleep / Venez vous saoûler de blanchi sommeil
Here, it's safe, unless all will be well / Ici, c'est sûr, tout ira moins que bien
If you dare to take the path / Si vous osez suivre le chemin
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus
Where the walls lined with flowers /Où les murs tapissés de fleurs
Do recall that are unfortunate enough? / Ne font que rappeler le malheur ?
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners? / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus ?
So I finished another top over break, but it's so big there's no where in my house I can lay it out to photograph it. problematic, to be sure. (There's no food in this house either. I ate a can of yams for breakfast yesterday) Nicked over to the music building this morning to practice- there's no peace in this house between the hours of 7:30 and 11, when my dad plays his guitar. I was having this lovely dream about God knows what- one of the great kind where walls don't matter, walk through a wall, skip about in a field of daisieswith butterflies and the whole shmear and sit down on - ha! not a grassy field, a bus, next to a gangly, not-quite-awake fellow with messy hair traveling in a southerly direction at dawn (at least I think it was south, the sun was low on the horizion to the left). I had been able to sleep through most of the jam session, but by 10, it was getting old, so I left to practice for church. Heather is like an empty lobster shell... all the yummy stuff is gone. Well, except for the pianos upstairs. And the furniture in the lounge. Which the faculty pou-pos. It would be great if we all had offices of our own near our classes to sit in and organize ourselves, and finish up paper work or, oh my God, just sit for a moment before racing off to the next thing. But no, we're not all that privelidged. So what did we do? We crashed into chairs arranged haphazardly in a large space on the second floor. Much more civilized than draping ourselves about the floor. Oh well. What do I know?
I think I'll go eat a pickle and a spoon full of chocolate frosting now…
To you who dreamed of a little less land burned / A vous qui avez rêvé de terres un peu moins brûlées
To you who have come so far, to me / A vous qui êtes venus jusqu'ici, jusqu'à moi
Pick the fruit of regret neglected / Cueillir le fruit du regret délaissé
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
Each tree is a member forgotten / Chaque arbre est un membre oublié
Each leaf, a neglected soul / Chaque feuille, une âme délaissée
In the forest of unloved / Dans la forêt des mal-aimés
As it is good to walk / Comme il fait bon s'y promener
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus
Where the walls lined with flowers / Où les murs tapissés de fleurs
Do recall that are unfortunate enough? / Ne font que rappeler le malheur ?
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners? / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus ?
Come on foot or on the back of a crow / Venez à pied ou à dos de corneille
Come quick drink the liquid vermeil / Venez vite boire le liquide vermeil
Come saoûler of bleached sleep / Venez vous saoûler de blanchi sommeil
Here, it's safe, unless all will be well / Ici, c'est sûr, tout ira moins que bien
If you dare to take the path / Si vous osez suivre le chemin
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus
Where the walls lined with flowers /Où les murs tapissés de fleurs
Do recall that are unfortunate enough? / Ne font que rappeler le malheur ?
But why have you come / Mais pourquoi donc êtes-vous venus
In this forest lost in the corners? / Dans cette forêt aux coins perdus ?
So I finished another top over break, but it's so big there's no where in my house I can lay it out to photograph it. problematic, to be sure. (There's no food in this house either. I ate a can of yams for breakfast yesterday) Nicked over to the music building this morning to practice- there's no peace in this house between the hours of 7:30 and 11, when my dad plays his guitar. I was having this lovely dream about God knows what- one of the great kind where walls don't matter, walk through a wall, skip about in a field of daisieswith butterflies and the whole shmear and sit down on - ha! not a grassy field, a bus, next to a gangly, not-quite-awake fellow with messy hair traveling in a southerly direction at dawn (at least I think it was south, the sun was low on the horizion to the left). I had been able to sleep through most of the jam session, but by 10, it was getting old, so I left to practice for church. Heather is like an empty lobster shell... all the yummy stuff is gone. Well, except for the pianos upstairs. And the furniture in the lounge. Which the faculty pou-pos. It would be great if we all had offices of our own near our classes to sit in and organize ourselves, and finish up paper work or, oh my God, just sit for a moment before racing off to the next thing. But no, we're not all that privelidged. So what did we do? We crashed into chairs arranged haphazardly in a large space on the second floor. Much more civilized than draping ourselves about the floor. Oh well. What do I know?
I think I'll go eat a pickle and a spoon full of chocolate frosting now…